Page 133 of Ruined Vows
His mansion looms at the edge of a windswept coastline, carved from dark stone that drinks in the light. Turrets spear the sky like watchful sentinels, and arched windows glint faintly with stained glass—reds and ambers that catch fire in the setting sun. A wrought-iron gate, twisted into thorned vines, guards the long drive, which curves through Eastern Red Cedar trees and ends at a grand double staircase of marble veined like flesh and bone.
The facade is regal and foreboding, draped in ivy that clings like memory. Gargoyle statues crouch on the parapets, their weatherworn faces frozen in grim amusement. Even in silence, the mansion hums with presence—ancient, restrained, and unblinking. The house is a fortress, so I know I’m safe.
We walk through a massive wooden door, and we enter the foyer. My heels click on the marble floors. I notice the high ceilings and gorgeous chandeliers, which appear too expensive, and yet, they are perfect.
My pulse is still thundering. My thighs are still slick. And I know—I know—he’s not going to stop this time.
I follow him in silence up the grand staircase, past rooms I’ve never seen, but I notice each is decorated with a different theme. It’s too much. The house. The silence.Him.
He stops at a door and looks over his shoulder.
“This is mine,” he says. His voice is low. Rough. Like he's barely holding it together.
I nod, afraid to speak. Because I know I’ll beg.
He opens the massive wooden doors, and we step inside. It’s not what I expected. Yes, it’s dark and huge and impossibly masculine—but it’s quiet, too.
The room is impeccably clean and cold, looking like it’s a picture from a magazine. The door closes behind me with a heavy thud.
I turn. He’s already unbuttoning his shirt, watching me with a hunger in his eye that should scare me, but instead, I’m flattered.
I take in his chest, the one I’ve yearned to touch for weeks, and observe the detailed tattoos, a snake wrapped around a dagger, words in a language I don’t understand, and scars from battles lost.
He unzips his trousers and drops his boxers. His hard cock springs free. I gasp with pleasure at his huge, veined cock, and instinctively, I flick my tongue over my lips.
“You’re sure?” he asks, voice like gravel and fire. He takes my hand and I let him.
I nod. “Yes.”
He moves like a man finally unleashed as he pulls me into his arms. His hands caress me as they run down my body until they grip my waist. Then, he’s unzipping my dress, lifting it, and tugging it over my head.
My bra drops to the floor. I slide out of my heels. He rips my undies off, and then he stares.
“Lie down,” he says, pointing to the bed. “Now.”
I go. Not because I like taking commands, but because I want to. Ineedto.
The sheets are soft against my back, and I barely have time to blink before he’s crawling over me, settling between my legs.
When he’s over me, his eyes look intently into my mind.I’m so wet I could swim in it. I’m bursting at the seams. I want him over me, under me—possessing me.
Then his warm lips are on mine, and it’s hotter than hell. Slowly, his perfect lips press on mine, warm, and with the right amount of wetness as they cover mine, taking, giving, nipping, and sucking.
It’s well, it’sdevastating. It’s heat and emotion. His tongue moves like he’s worshipping me.
I moan, and God help me, I don’t want him to stop. He’s pushing me out of my comfort zone. I’m falling into the abyss, and I don’t care. I can’t fight it, nor do I want to. I surrender, giving myself to him completely because the thought of my life without him is unacceptable.
He works his way down my body, hot with desire, dropping kisses as he travels down to my soft mound. Then, he’s between my legs, licking my soft, warm folds.
“Keep your eyes on me, Princeza,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “I want another taste of you.”
He licks and nips and teases me, bringing me to the cusp of euphoria and backing off. It’s torture, the most sublime torture I’ve ever experienced.
My fingers pierce the skin on his back as I cling to him. He licks me a few more times, snaking his hand up to fondle my breast, and when he pinches my nipple, I come undone.
“Come for me, Kitten,” he murmurs, rapidly licking my nub.
I cry his name as I come. He continues to lap my warm cum, murmuring, “Good girl.”
